disjointed thoughts of the decidedly alone

disjointed thoughts of the decidedly alone

This morning, I dreamed my mom and my sisters hosted a watch party for a horse race in my fifth grade classroom. Five people standing on each other’s shoulders could scratch the ceiling. The tall space above us contrasted the tightness of desks, dotted closely on the floor. As the race started, and this room full of strangers yet family members turned away to watch the bulky TV (where in reality, we watched that baseball kids movie where the kid’s cast ...